annoying digs at one another.
Dane was grim as he unlocked the office and turned on the
light. It was past time to find out just how screwed they all were.
Chapter Two
Lan looked out over the ballroom and tried to imagine
himself belonging here. It was an impossible task.
Alea held out her hand, greeting some big wig. Schmoozing
was probably politically important, but all he gave a shit about was that her
smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. He hated to see her so withdrawn. When she
didn’t realize he was watching her, she gave in to pure joy. Then her dark eyes
glittered and her pillowy lips curved into a smile that could light up the
whole fucking world.
But now she was faking it, flashing that annoyingly bland
smile to the crowd, which she often did to people who didn’t matter. When she
didn’t want anyone to look at her too closely. He didn’t even mind the little
fit she’d thrown earlier because at least when she was pissed off at him, she
was being honest. He would take her anger over nonchalance any day of the week.
But she was right about one thing: he was a dumbshit who
didn’t deserve her. He needed to remember that. He was here to do a job, which
meant protecting her, period. No matter how much he wanted to take her in his
arms and love her until she couldn’t think about anything else, she was a
princess. He was pure Texas trailer trash. He was nowhere near Alea’s league.
“Does Rafe have the target?” Dane asked over the tiny device
in his ear.
Lan quickly found the man they were talking about. Rafe took
Piper’s hand, kissing it as he started to lead the shaykhah to the dance floor. The music had changed from a bouncy
song to a long, slow grind. That was baby-making music, and Rafe grinned
wolfishly at his wife.
Alea stopped and looked out to the floor, longing plain on
her face. God, he wanted to walk over to her, thread his fingers through hers,
lead her out there. But he also wanted his two best friends to be there
touching her, too. And that made him a fucking freak in most of the world.
Bezakistan was different, so in Lan’s book, that’s what made the country great.
“He’s got her.” Piper was following Rafe onto the dance
floor, her face shining up at him.
“Excellent. Keep an eye on our brat. I’ll let you know when
we’re done. Out.” Coop’s voice cut off, and Lan knew he was out of the loop for
a bit. He’d volunteered for this duty to remove himself from the meeting. He’d
rather watch over Alea because he didn’t agree with this clandestine shit.
Everyone was planning Alea’s life without including her. She should be in that
fucking meeting, but he’d been outvoted.
Rafe and Piper started a slow dance. Kade walked up behind
them, putting his hands on Piper’s waist and leaning over to kiss the back of
her neck.
Those two had backup. Even if anything ever happened to Rafe
or Kade, Piper al Mussad would never be alone. If one of them went down, she
would have two more husbands to lean on. They would protect the woman they
loved. He’d heard sad stories about some of the widows of guys he’d served with
in the Army. Once their husbands were dead, they were often utterly alone. So
many became single moms, struggling to make ends meet because they didn’t have
anyone else in their corner.
“Nix, how you doing?” A deep voice asked behind him.
He turned and saw one of the Lennox brothers holding out his
hand. Lan took it and tried to give him a smile. The other man tried to return
the gesture, mostly baring his teeth in return.
Cole and Burke were near perfect twins, but Lan had quickly
learned that Burke was the one who smiled. It wasn’t that Cole was always grim.
He could light up when his wife walked in the room, but otherwise, he was a
little standoffish. “Going good, Cole. Dane’s meeting with your guys right
now.”
Lennox nodded. “Good.